Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Chen Zhu is not so curious about Ren Wanxuan now.

"Okay, let's go."

Since the head teacher said about Bai Jian the day before yesterday, he has been very silent these two days, and his communication with Ren Wanxuan has decreased a lot.

Ren Wanxuan didn't mention the long sword.

She nodded and went upstairs with Chen Zhu.

The school leaders got up very early today.

They arrive at school at six o'clock for morning assembly.

In the school, security guards can be seen along the way, and strive to ensure that every detail is correct.

When Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan arrived at the principal's office, several big leaders were all wearing formal attire, discussing something seriously.

Seeing the two of them coming in, the principal smiled kindly at Ren Wanxuan, "Student Ren, are you here? How have you been practicing your calligraphy recently?"

As he said that, he moved out of the way again, and showed her the pen, ink, paper and inkstone behind him, "Let's see if these are easy to use."

When that master arrives, Ren Wanxuan still needs to show off.

Several other leaders greeted the two students kindly.

When Ren Wanxuan was trying out the Langhao pen, someone leaned gently beside the principal and lowered her voice, "Where are Ning Xiao and Bai Po?"

To welcome that Master Chen, one must show the best of them.

Both Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan are good-looking characters in the school.

Ning Xiao has always been a genius with the same reputation as Chen Zhu, but Bai Jian has suddenly emerged, and the school teachers have heard about them recently.

"Both of them are not free." The principal sighed.

Several leaders couldn't figure it out, "You didn't make it clear to them? What a rare opportunity to meet Mr. Chen. This is the first time I've seen him in person. They really refused?"

Didn't they think that someone would give up this opportunity and replace it with others who would not rush to meet it?

Why didn't you make it clear? The principal smiled helplessly.

Others may not believe it.

But Ning Xiao has always ignored them, Shenlong never sees the end.

Bai Po could be found, but she refused neither humble nor overbearing.

Lu Lingxi was even more straightforward, calling him directly to ask him not to disturb the study of the precious students in her class with such trivial matters.

What do you think he can do?

**

Here, Jiang Fuli temporarily canceled the trip to the laboratory and came to Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School with Jiang He.

After Chen Ju received Jiang Fuli's news, he got up and rushed to his residence.

At this time, he was respectfully handing a ticket to Jiang Fuli, bent down and asked, "Are you really not going with me? I will ask the school to arrange a seat for you alone, so that it will be quiet and no one will disturb you."

Bureau Chen couldn't imagine Jiang Fuli's cold face in the audience with a group of students.

He himself didn't need a ticket, and the school was very surprised when he found out that he wanted one.

Bureau Chen is also helpless, can he control Mr. Jiang?

Jiang Fuli hooked the black mask with his white fingers, and put on a black peaked cap for himself, with a cold expression: "No need."

He glanced at Jiang He, as noble and indifferent as before.

His pale eyes showed no emotion.

Jiang He climbed into the car.

Bureau Chen didn't dare to look around, stood where he was, waited respectfully for the car to drive away, then dared to raise his head, took a deep breath, and asked the servants beside him, "What's wrong with Young Master Jiang today?"

Why is it so scary, he didn't dare to look at Jiang Fuli from the beginning to the end.

Bai Po has to wait for Ji Heng to be with him.

Let Lu Xiaohan pick up Jiang He first.

Ning Xiao and Lu Xiaohan were waiting for Jiang He at the school gate, when the black car stopped, Lu Xiaohan raised his hand, just about to call "Brother Xiaoniao", when he saw a tall black figure getting out of the car.

The other party lowered his head slightly, wearing a black peaked cap.

Obviously he didn't see the face, but Lu Xiaohan couldn't say "Brother Xiaoniao".

At this moment, the alarm bell in her brain made her forget that Ning Xiao, who was known as "don't get close to strangers" in school, quickly turned her head and stretched out her hand to hold Ning Xiao's arm nervously.

"Learn... learn God..."

Then she discovered—

Originally, Ning Xiao, who was standing gloomily beside her with one hand in his pocket, suddenly withdrew his hand, his hands were hanging on the hem of his trousers, and his standing posture suddenly became stiff.

Lu Xiaohan: "...?"

"Student Bai hasn't come yet," Ning Xiao led the way for the two, and the indifferent and gloomy god of learning acted as a guide, "I'll take you to the viewing area of ​​the auditorium first."

"Thank you." Jiang Fu left his mouth.

With Jiang Fuli here today, Ming Dongheng did not personally protect Jiang He.

A group of people entered the school gate.

With Jiang Fuli's dignified and aloof attitude, especially the low air pressure that can be felt two meters away today, the guard standing at the door recognized him in an instant.

From a long distance away, he bowed respectfully to the group of them.

Jiang He was wearing a small white shirt and black suspenders, striding hard to keep up with Jiang Fuli.

One big and one small, the road attracted countless eyes.

At the entrance of the auditorium, people from the student union were checking tickets. They wanted to greet Lu Xiaohan with a smile, but when they saw the people in front of them, they quickly stopped talking.

In the auditorium, Lu Xiaohan did not dare to go in with Ning Xiao.

She didn't relax until she watched Ning Xiao lead Jiang Fuli and the two into the room.

"Who is that?" Only the student union dared to speak, and he was a little confident: "The principal wants to hire a big shot."

The principal asked Chen why they didn't come.

Lu Xiaohan waited for Bai Po at the door.

Time is short.

The school celebration started at eight o'clock, and at 7:40, Bai Po arrived with Ji Heng.

As soon as she appeared in sight, she held everyone's eyes tightly.

Bai Po is wearing an off-white double-breasted skirt today, the beige skirt is embroidered with green vines, the lower skirt is a two-color gradient stitching of light green and beige white, and the skirt is embroidered with vivid cluster poppies of various colors.

Ji Heng knew that she had a performance, so he specially added a silk gauze six-meter skirt to her, which was both fairy and beautiful.

The plain wooden hairpin is still loosely rolled up on the head.

There are no extra hair accessories.

With his back to the rising sun, walking step by step, the poppies in Qianqian's skirt bloomed, like an elegant white tiger stepping on blood from the bones all over the mountains and plains.

There is no color in the world as charming as her.

Most people passing by stopped.

Lu Xiaohan suddenly remembered the phrase "Don't mess with the peaches and plums in the world".

"Lu Xiaohan?" Bai Po tapped on her phone unhurriedly, seeing that Lu Xiaohan couldn't recover for a long time, she raised her eyebrows.

"Ah," Lu Xiaohan blushed all of a sudden, and greeted Ji Heng in a low voice: "Grandpa, hello, I'm Lu Xiaohan."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Bai Po's grandfather.

Grandpa was wearing a long black gown with a serious face, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, but there was no tobacco in the pouch hanging on it.

Lu Xiaohan took Bai Po and Ji Heng in.

There are many people in the auditorium today, and most of the students have no seats. They stand in a large open space at the back, and there are several rows of seats in front, which are for teachers, school leaders and some members of the student union.

Ji Heng is getting old, and the students will arrange him a seat in the back.

Fifteen people gathered in a place near the back and stood.

When Bai Po passed by, he saw Jiang Fuli who stood out from the crowd, and in the crowded auditorium, he forcibly created a distance between three people.

Only Jiang He, who was afraid of noise, stayed close to Jiang Fuli.

"Ah, Teacher Jiang, do you want to go backstage and wait?" Bai Po paused the words with one hand.

Today she was wearing a very ancient dress to match Jian Wu, but she was lazily holding a Huami mobile phone in her hand.

When the corners of the lips are lightly hooked, it always makes people feel the fog of ancient and modern collisions.

Looking at flowers in the fog is both ruffian and elegant.

Jiang Fuli lowered the peaked cap slightly, looked down at her, held back his irritability, and pursed his lips lightly: "No need."

The kid Jiang He doesn't even know which one is on the program list for Bai Ji.

Jiang Fuli's expression turned colder.

**

Principal's office.

Ren Wanxuan put down her pen and showed Chen Ju the lines she copied earlier.

Chen Ju glanced over and saw the phrase "Qingying enters the temple".

At the auction, Ren Wanxuan took photos. Although she couldn't take pictures of the original work, she would copy the original work every day.

Also copy the shape of one out of ten.

The headmaster and Chen Zhu watched carefully. They were all people who had studied the beam style carefully. Even the headmaster couldn't help but praise, "Student Ren is only seventeen years old, and he can write so beautifully."

The praises are endless.

On the other hand, Chen Ju's expression was a little calm. In the past, when he saw such words and the other party was so young, he would have the same expression as the principal.

but--

The authentic works that were auctioned off are in Jiang Fuli's collection room.

Bureau Chen has gone to watch it many times, and even opened a video to enjoy it with the old man!

Even Liang Zewen, who is a modest gentleman and the teacher of the emperor through the ages, is reluctant, and would rather do "stealing" behaviors to steal characters that are about to be burned.

You can see the excellence of that word.

He has been spoiled by high-quality goods these two days, and now that he sees Ren Wanxuan's words, he feels like he's eating food.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Ju slowly commented: "The font is good, but it lacks a bit of character, and you need to work on your wrist strength, but girls are born with weak wrists, so it's pretty good to write like this."

Ren Wanxuan, who thought she would be praised, was a little surprised.

She paused, then lowered her head, "Wan Xuan knows, thank you Master Chen for pointing it out."

Ren Wanxuan grew up in an environment where she was praised since she was a child. She worked hard enough and was smart enough.

She can write this kind of characters at this age, and even the teacher said that the younger generation is awesome, and it is inevitable that she will be lonely, and the leaders in the school, big and small, appreciate her a lot.

Chen Ju's evaluation is hard to convince.

Director Chen could naturally see that Ren Wanxuan was somewhat dissatisfied with his evaluation.

He just smiled. It is undeniable that at the age of seventeen, Ren Wanxuan's handwriting is indeed much higher than that of her peers.

But the calligraphy in Jiang Fuli's collection -

When their ancestor Bai Xiangjun wrote it, he was only fifteen years old!

Not to mention that she wrote a lot of poems at the age of fifteen, just for that character, Ren Wanxuan might not be able to learn that kind of style after ten years of study.

For the Bai family, the Chen family is like that kind of fanatical brainless fan. You can write well, but you have to compare with the Bai family. Sorry, you can’t even match their ancestors in rockets!

Don't talk about comparing with the ancestors, Xu Yajun's writing in Jiangjing is better than Ren Wanxuan's.

Bureau Chen was not that surprised.

The school naturally found out, and they suddenly took Chen Ju to see the school celebration.

Excited to come, Chen Ju also wanted to see the current students in Xiangcheng.

A group of people went to the auditorium.

When we arrived, it was already 7:55.

The principal led a group of people in.

The members of the student union checking tickets at the gate opened their mouths when they saw the principal following a middle-aged man in step.

Wasn't that person invited by the principal before?

The seats in the first row of the auditorium are reserved for school leaders.

As Chen Ju walked inside, he observed the crowd calmly. He knew that Jiang Fuli was here today.

Finally seeing someone standing in the crowd at a corner of the auditorium, Chen Ju was startled.

really come?

Is he not free?

"Master Chen?" The principal was a little taken aback.

Chen Ju quickly looked away, "It's okay."

He was thoughtful, did Miss Bai have a performance?

**

Every class is very serious about the school celebration program.

None of the school leaders sitting in the first row left, especially with Taishan sitting in the middle.

In order to protect the big man, there was a bodyguard almost ten meters away, and the tense atmosphere spread throughout the auditorium.

At eleven o'clock, the end is coming to an end.

The last few people who were waiting for the performance went to the backstage to prepare, and Lu Xiaohan and the cultural and entertainment committee members accompanied Bai Po.

"It's okay..." Lu Xiaohan calmed down her heartbeat and comforted Bai Po.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Bai Ke who was seriously reciting words while walking.

Her last word "Zhang" was swallowed into her stomach.

All right, boss, you don't need to be nervous.

The white clothes are brought with you, so you don't need to change clothes.

"Miss, help us touch up our makeup!" Lu Xiaohan pushed Bai Po to the young lady who was doing makeup.

The young lady who was applying makeup in the background held a powder puff and stared at Bai Po's face.

After a while, she quietly asked Lu Xiaohan: "You don't want me to play a joke on the beauty's face with a powder puff, do you?"

Lu Xiaohan who was too nervous: "..."

She calmed down a bit, letting herself be less nervous.

The cultural and entertainment committee went to get the long sword.

At this time, the cultural and entertainment committee member ran all the way in from the outside, looking at Lu Xiaohan with a pale face, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Xiaohan, where is the long sword?"

Lu Xiaohan's heart, which had finally calmed down, suddenly hung up!

She pushed through the crowd and ran all the way into the utility room.

Sure enough, I didn't see the long sword here.

Everyone in the backstage knew how important today was, and everyone in the student union began to look for it.

The movement was not insignificant, and someone from Class 15 would soon know about it.

In the crowd, Zhang Shize's expression changed when he received the news, and he hurried to the backstage.

**

Backstage.

Almost everyone is.

Zhang Shize grabbed the collar of the man from Class 8 just now: "Didn't you tell Chen Zhu to help me?"

Group 8 was also shocked.

From the corner of his eye, he subconsciously looked at Ren Wanxuan who was touching up her makeup, and realized that the other party hadn't told Chen Zhu at all.

"I, I didn't find Chen Zhu..." He didn't dare to offend Ren Wanxuan.

"you--"

Bai Po came in from Zhang Shize, turned off his phone, leaned against the wall slightly, and squinted at the boy in Class 8.

"So the long sword is not in the school at all?" Lu Xiaohan, who was still looking for the long sword, almost fainted when she heard this, "Blame me, blame me, I should have taken it by myself..."

"Blame me!" Zhang Shize punched the wall hard.

The backstage was in chaos. The students couldn't handle such a big mess, so soon someone invited a school leader from the auditorium.

He came in with a sullen face in a suit, "What are you doing, what are you doing? The school celebration is not over yet, let's see how messed up you are?"

Only Ren Wanxuan sat on the resting chair, lowered her head and took out her dress.

"What's going on? Come and talk to someone."

The people in the background stood and looked at each other, no one dared to speak.

The school leader glanced around, and finally set his eyes on Ren Wanxuan, and relaxed a little, "Student Ren, what happened?"

"The performance props and long swords of Class 15 are missing." Ren Wanxuan looked at the phone without looking up.

The next program is Class 15.

For this school celebration, the headmaster personally stared at it, and the leaders of the major schools did not dare to relax. Today, a bunch of security guards were hired to prevent any mistakes in the school celebration.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the props of Class 15 disappeared.

The school leader's face instantly sank.

"Chen Wei took it away." Zhang Shize frowned and explained.

"So?" The school leader scolded him furiously, "Don't you guys have a record? You can't do such a small thing like the school celebration? Tell me what you can do in the future?!"

The school leaders knew who Chen Wei was. Although he was angry, Chen Wei couldn't be offended.

The anger can only be spread on the fifteenth class and the student union.

"How is the program arranged?" the school leader asked with a dark face.

"The next program is Class 15, and it's too late to get it now," the student council president hurried over and explained to the school leaders. He glanced at the people present and explained, "The last two programs were originally from Class 15. After the long sword performance, I will be my classmate's piano."

The atmosphere is cold.

The last program was a pop song.

The background radio is not good, but the song can be heard faintly, and it is almost the end.

For the last two shows, it was too late to find the long sword.

The school leader took a cold look at the people in Class 15, and finally set his eyes on Ren Wanxuan, "Student Ren, in this situation, I can only trouble you to change your clothes and go on stage."

Class 15 will be removed from the list.

Ren Wanxuan didn't speak, but smiled sarcastically. She picked up her dress and didn't change it right away.

"Student Ren, I thank you on behalf of Class 15." Lu Xiaohan said from the side.

It was her own negligence.

Ren Wanxuan took a look at Bai Po, folded her arms around her chest, "Bai Po, do you have anything to tell me?"

Bai Po didn't look at Ren Wanxuan.

Ren Wanxuan almost laughed, okay.

She turned around, looked at the school leader, and said directly, "Sorry, I haven't finished my clothes yet."

"Classmate Bai..." The school leader knew what Ren Wanxuan meant when he heard it. He frowned and turned to Bai Po.

Bai Po only tilted his head and grabbed a person from the student union.

Her skin was cold and pale, her eyebrows were lowered, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile very slowly, like a bloody mandala blooming in the endless hell in the midnight reincarnation. Ask slowly: "Student, do you have a Guzheng?"